[His skin already singing with the tension he knows he'll need to survive, he nearly reacts with violence when Kris takes ahold of him. Snapping his teeth shut on his first response, he instead opts to slap one hand over Kristopher's mouth, wrap one arm around his back and wrestle him backwards until Drael feels the relief of a solid surface behind him. Then he hisses, low and sharp in Kristopher's ear.]

Shut up, Kris, you don't need to pay me anything, you just need to be quiet. We're not going to live long if everyone in earshot can hear you.

[He's wary to slow his rapid heartbeat, but he forces himself to, so he can hear above the pounding of blood in his ears. It doesn't sound as though anyone's close by... and he supposes that's by design, to give teams time to form or disband. Not too far off, he hears the booming echo signalling someone's death, and lets out a long breath, easing his hand from Kristopher's mouth and finally fixing his gaze on the other man, nodding slowly.]

We need to find weapons. I need a dagger. Calm down, okay? Panicking won't help.